"Who else was bothered by Amy today?" Kitty growled as she stormed into the Institute after school.
"Me."
"Right here."
"Yep."
"You really need to get new friends, Kitty."
"Should we tell the Professor?"
"Not much he can do about it, without making us look like mutant-lovers."
"What worse fate could there be?"
**********
The next morning, Kitty skidded into the kitchen and hastily stuffed a piece of whole-wheat toast into her mouth.
"Somethin' for ya there," Logan said without looking up from his newspaper.
Scott honked from the driveway.
Kitty grabbed the envelope in front of her chair and ran for the car.
**********
"Kurt!"
Not again. He left his locker open as Amy ran towards him.
"My friends love that name you came up with," she panted. "They think you should be Vice President. I'm President, of course."
"Um..." This was quite the predicament. Give up a job most of the school was probably dying to have, or become a leader of an organization that was out to get him?
"Of course you want the position," Amy jabbered on. "I don't know why I'm even bothering to ask. See you later!"
She disappeared into the crowd.
**********
At her locker, Kitty opened the big white envelope.
"Oh no..." she breathed. It was the group photo. She moved to stuff it into her locker, but someone caught her arm.
"I love pictures!" Amy squealed. "Let me see!"
"Like, no!" Kitty fought her off. "It's private!"
Unfortunately, everyone's business was Amy's business. She tore the picture out of Kitty's hand and looked down at it with an enormous grin.
Her face quickly turned to stone. "I'm going to find out what that is," she said quietly, "and it is going to be the subject of the first BAMF meeting." She took the picture and walked away.
"Me."
"Right here."
"Yep."
"You really need to get new friends, Kitty."
"Should we tell the Professor?"
"Not much he can do about it, without making us look like mutant-lovers."
"What worse fate could there be?"
**********
The next morning, Kitty skidded into the kitchen and hastily stuffed a piece of whole-wheat toast into her mouth.
"Somethin' for ya there," Logan said without looking up from his newspaper.
Scott honked from the driveway.
Kitty grabbed the envelope in front of her chair and ran for the car.
**********
"Kurt!"
Not again. He left his locker open as Amy ran towards him.
"My friends love that name you came up with," she panted. "They think you should be Vice President. I'm President, of course."
"Um..." This was quite the predicament. Give up a job most of the school was probably dying to have, or become a leader of an organization that was out to get him?
"Of course you want the position," Amy jabbered on. "I don't know why I'm even bothering to ask. See you later!"
She disappeared into the crowd.
**********
At her locker, Kitty opened the big white envelope.
"Oh no..." she breathed. It was the group photo. She moved to stuff it into her locker, but someone caught her arm.
"I love pictures!" Amy squealed. "Let me see!"
"Like, no!" Kitty fought her off. "It's private!"
Unfortunately, everyone's business was Amy's business. She tore the picture out of Kitty's hand and looked down at it with an enormous grin.
Her face quickly turned to stone. "I'm going to find out what that is," she said quietly, "and it is going to be the subject of the first BAMF meeting." She took the picture and walked away.